They call me the back door santaI make my runs about the break of dayThey call me the back door santaI make my runs about the break of dayI make all the little girls happy, while the boys are out to playI ain't like the old saint nick, he don't come but once a yearI ain't like the old saint nick, he don't come but once a yearI come runnin with my presents, every time they call me dearI keep some change in my pocketI chase the children homeI give them a few pennies so we could be aloneIleave the back door open so if anybody smells the mouseAnd wouldn't old santa be in troupbeIf there ain't n chimney in the houseThey call me the back door santaI make my runs about the break of dayI make all the little girls happy, while all the boys are out to playThey call me back door santaYeah that's what they call meThey call me the back door santaYeah that's what they call me